Cubicle Dreamin' is a feature in which we ask the hotel mavens to take some time out of their busy work day, surf the Internet, and tell us what hotel they wish they could beam themselves to right that very second--all on the slave driving companies dime, of course. Oh, like these people aren't surfing aimlessly anyway--at least now their purposeless clicking will be cobbled together into useful hotel stories--we hope. Have a destination hotel you are just dying to leave your cube for? Send the story our way.

Oh, Canada. Land where yaks run free (right?), maple syrup falls like the Dow, and disenchanted liberal and conservative Americans alike can find a common escape route. And who needs to wait until Nov. 4th to determine who's heading north? Hell, I'm ready now. (From my outpost in Washington, D.C., I'm as fed-up with the election as anyone--except maybe Joe the Plumber from last night's debate.)

That's why this cubicle dreamer is setting her sights on Quebec City's Fairmont Le Château Frontenac. While the rest of you schmucks wait out America's return to the proverbial City on a Hill, I'll be sleeping pretty in a dreamy storybook castle, lofted high on a St. Lawrence River bluff.